Backstreet

I'm still trappin you heard me Oh Yuh, I'm still trappin, I came from the backstreet where it's plenty homicide Heard the bad news, none them worked they gun when shit got out of line Lil boy crying, mom said fix your face and stay your ass aside Better step that same way for your dog before that nigga died Movin' like we raised in hell and hot shells kinda boost my high I got different flavors of exotic, we the ones supplying I been kinda psyched out since a youngin, I been out my mind Drop the location, we slide, we get dropped while he on live War with us might need a vest, dior kicks I love to step Hothead runnin' through my veins and I got crash out in my flesh Let them look for clues in all my songs, but I said f*ck the feds And bro said we gon' get rich off of rap, let's put that to the test Needed some more funds, bro got locked up, bet I paid the bond Tryna catch me slippin' crazy, I put my trust in a gun Better spin, f*ck all that rappin' shit, you rather use your tongue Like how the f*ck they blind me the truth by tryna show me love (How the f*ck they blind me from the fake you heard me) (I'm still trappin) I'm still trappin I came from the backstreeet where it's plenty homicide Heard the bad news, none them worked they gun when shit got out of line Lil boy crying, mom said fix your face and stay your ass aside Better step that same way for your dog before that nigga died Movin' like we raised in hell and hot shells kinda boost my high I got different flavors of exotic, we the ones supplying I been kinda psyched out since a youngin, I been out my mind Drop the location, we slide, we get dropped while he on live Slide Hot shells kind of boost my high, yuh